by MMADfan

31 December 1960

Resisting the urge to push the blindfold aside, Pomona brushed some hair from her face.

“How far?”

“Not very!”

Under instructions, Pomona concentrated on not melting a path for them. There had been a heavy snowfall, and afternoon winds had created some drifts well over knee-high. For Filius, they must provide quite an obstacle, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Steps!”

Pomona climbed. Her blindfold vanished.

“Oh, Filius!”

She stood atop a miniature tower; a large castle of glittering snow lay at her feet, sparkling in the moonlight. Charmed fairy lights glowed blue and green against ice turrets.